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You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. For a while you haunt the city, like a two-bit ballplayer dreaming of a call-up. White people pull up alongside you at traffic lights and scream at you with a hideous rage, like you nearly ran over their mother. Before you can figure out what the hell is going on, they flip you the bird and peel out. Security guards follow you in stores, and every time you step onto Harvard property you’re asked for I. Three times, drunk white dudes in different parts of the city try to pick fights with you. I hope someone drops a fucking bomb on this city, you rant. Why all my black and Latino students leave as soon as they can. He was born and raised in Jamaica Plain, knows that trying to defend Boston from uncool is like blocking a bullet with a slice of bread. Almost on cue, a lot of racist shit starts happening. Correction: I because I couldn't fit into a tidy little box anymore. Zondervan gifted me with a copy of Chasing Slow, which drops tomorrow, January 10, 2017. I've been a fan of her deliberately different way of living and blogging for years, and we became fast friends at Alt Summit and Tx SC in 2015. Reading her words was like sitting on a porch swing, chatting with a kind and wise friend, hot tea in hand. When Erin Loechner's book "Chasing Slow" landed on my doorstep the day after New Years, I devoured it.